In a quiet hour
Memorys fine line
In early hours
Thoughts sublime.
I remember your body
A sweet tender touch
Did we love too brightly
Was it too much ?
Like a rainbow that swept
Across a black sky
Burning intensely
A glistening tear in the eye.
Now that I sit
A glass in my hand
Unable to sleep
Times falling sand.
I light another cigarette
The glass to my lips
Ruby red liquid
Like the lips that I kissed.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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A definate feeling of nostalgia but more a longing for the past and what has been lost. A sweet sadness in reflection. Very nicely done
thanking you
I like the mention of the rainbow in this writing . Nice and interesting writing
thanking you
For me it was “glass to lips” a real ‘humdinger’ of an image from personal experience and from observation of others. 👍🏻🕊
you nailed it, many thanks
Welcome 🤗👍🏻🕊
Looking back with a gentle sadness at what has gone, beautifully written, enjoyed the read.
much appreciated, thanks
You are very welcome
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